Judge, 1927-11-19 · page 27 of 36
Judge — November 19, 1927 — page 27: what you’re looking at
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This page contains multiple satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine: **Main Story ("Judge")**: A humorous narrative about Prohibition-era bootlegging. A narrator describes accidentally bathing in bootleg liquor instead of water, then receiving a cryptic note from his girlfriend "Gwinnie" claiming to have fallen in the Hudson River. The satire targets both illegal alcohol production ("revenoors" = revenue agents) and the chaos of Prohibition enforcement. **"The New Car" (poem)**: A wife's lament about her husband's obsession with his vehicle's speed and power, indifferent to natural beauty. Satirizes male materialism and automotive enthusiasm over romance. **Dinner Scene (cartoon)**: A diner customer questions whether the meat is actually lamb, joking he's been eating something else called by the same name his whole life—satirizing food quality or mislabeling in restaurants. **Bottom cartoon**: Shows someone introducing their son as a "fiasco"—gentle humor about parental embarrassment. The overall tone reflects Judge's satirical approach to Prohibition, consumerism, and domestic life in the Jazz Age.
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JUDGE hay fever. mebody had locked the door by mistake, but I got in through the window and by gosh! there was my bath all drawn in the tub. I jumped in but it was not water at all and I nearly got blind. I jumped out and pulled the stopper out with my toe. Just then somebody battered in the front door and started making a h-ll of a racket. By the time they got up-s I was dry and powdering myself. Two guys came running into the bathroom and sniffed disgustedly at the empty tub and rushed out. Later at breakfast Pappy chuckled and said “That was a good ’un on them revenoors. An’ don’t worry about that licker, son, I can make more in an hour.” So me and Gwinnie started for Niagara Falls to get married. But the next morning I woke and there was another note funny the way that dame alwz left notes—it says “I have fell into the Hudson river. Don’t for Godsake look for me.—Gwinnie.” But I don’t beli she fell into the river and I will be much obliged to any of you fellows if you see her knocking around 44th Street to let me know. Person- ally, I fear foul play because I was robbed on the train that night. Or if you know where I can get rabbit stew or something Trate Warrress—Yes, sir. Diner Dixer (to waitress)—Is this lamb? Then what the deuce is the other stuff I’ve been eat- ing all my life, called by the same name! for hay too. And, ha! ha! ha! Dr. Perel- man to make a long story pay well, I’m not married yet, the joke’s on you. Yours, Ges. fever I would be glad, ae Ue, “Let me introduce you to my son’s fiasco!” —Garery —Tar_er The New Car (4 Wife’s Lament.) Along the road the hedgerows bloom Against the greenly grassy mead Where daisies gem the growing gloom— He chortles: “Gee, this bus has speed!” And, in quaint gardens that we pass, From trellises shy blossoms shower Old-fashioned fragrance on the grass— He changes gears—“Gee, she has power!” twines maple trees Its fragile fingers and the soul Of clover permeates the bree He tries the brakes: “ some control.” —Lonpvon Opinion The moon through the Visitor—That youngster of yours seems to take a great in- terest in his geography lessons. “Yes, he intends to be a popu- lar song writer when he grows up.” —ANSWERS 235 comicbooks.com